Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.